i: bittermelontea
[Despite her brain short circuiting, she remains unbothered- or at least she’s trying to…]
[Despite her brain short circuiting, she remains unbothered- or at least she’s trying to…]
I don’t know, Sylvain. What /are/ you going to do?
I don’t know, Sylvain. What /are/ you going to do?
[Her voice slightly shook when he moved in close. C’mon…get it together.]
[Her voice slightly shook when he moved in close. C’mon…get it together.]
Well heeeyyyyy, handsome! You finally caught me.
[She winks and steps closer.]
Well heeeyyyyy, handsome! You finally caught me.
[She winks and steps closer.]
Atta girl! She’s got good taste!
[With her free hand she reaches up to gently pinch her cheek, cooing at the little one.]
Atta girl! She’s got good taste!
[With her free hand she reaches up to gently pinch her cheek, cooing at the little one.]